Monday, December 31, 2007

Greetings, I have returned

Is it sad that I can't wait to get home to my cats, but am totally blase about being back with my family? ("returned" to my parents' house, that is.) Talking about the job stuff with the parents was not as bad as I had worried, but I still have another big family dinner tonight to suffer through and who knows how discussing this will go with all of them around, including teasing older siblings and other people's incomprehension about academia. But oh well.

I feel fine right now, although all day yesterday I did not feel a hundred percent, as they say. Those big heavy winter coats are a bitch to lug around on one arm, that's for sure, but it came in handy when I needed to take a survival nap in the airport yesterday afternoon. I got in late last night to CA (after midnight Chicago time) and immediately crashed into bed. I sat around today and read blogs instead of cleaning out my luggage and sorting out my money problems. (I certainly hope that "Denial" isn't shaping up to be my theme of 2008. The above two paragraphs indicate otherwise, however.)

On the plane flight there was an E special on Dolly Parton, and, like a particularly bad wreck on the freeway, I couldn't tear my eyes away. What the hell have you done with your lips, woman? I can't figure out whether 2000s-era Dolly is trying to become late-era Joan Crawford, or, to take away the prize of Gaydom's-Best-Loved-Ironic-Southern-Icon from Tammy Fae Baker. Incredible.

Once again I will say how much fun it was to meet other bloggers and talk with them all, and how great it was to be at the conference without interview stress (although I wouldn't turn down any out-of-the blue interview or job offers, if you've got any laying around). We talked about many issues that I'm still chewing over mentally, from the diss to the market to publishing to many interesting bits of gossip (no, you don't get to hear about those, peeps!), but I'm not going to write about them right now. I'm also going to make some resolutions and plans and whatnot, what with it being New Year's Eve and all, and I keep having this nagging feeling that there's something else I need to be working on, but can't quite put my finger on it...

What could it be? ....


What could it be...

5 comments:

Dr. Crazy said...

Ok, I laughed out loud at the pics at the end, Sis. It was so great to meet you, and we most definitely will see one another again in future :) (To pretend I'm British for a moment with the phrasing)

xoxo

kfluff said...

I'm just catching up on your MLA hullaballoo. It sounds like you did it exactly the right way. How great is it that blogging has provided you with a alt. community so as to dodge the weirdness of MLA? I love!!

Watch out for falling rocks...

Horace said...

One of the problems of meeting bloggers at MLA is that now they think of your real name, so it takes them 15 seconds just to figure out the joke at the end of the post. A big rock? I don't get it. "oh, Sisyphus and the boulder!" But from now on, you'll really be ____, which I won't actually say, but will imagine filling in the blank as your real name.

And I want to second kfluff for saying explicitly what turned out to be true both of the last 2 MLA's.

Flavia said...

See, I disagree with Horace--I still think of him, for example, as Horace despite having met him twice and emailed and so on under our actual names. (And I don't think I remember the real names of a couple of the bloggers I met, though that might have more to do with alcohol and/or the crowd than anything else.)

It was so much fun to meet you, and to have had the chance to debrief again at O'Hare--fingers crossed for 2008 and SF!

adjunct whore said...

i repeat sadness expressed at dr. crazys--I'M SO BUMMED I DIDNT GET TO MEET YOU!!!!!!

i hate my child right now.